Chapter 23
Quinn
It had been two days since the guys had bothered to visit. They only stopped by to bring me food and empty the kiddy pool after I took another shower. I had to admit their taste in food had gotten better. They gave me pancakes one day with a salad for lunch and sushi for dinner. The next day, I got a chicken biscuit, another salad, and a few tacos.
I was in the middle of playing Sonic and Knuckles when the door to the gift shop opened, and Keith strolled in carrying a small box. Pausing the game, I turned to him. He fiddled with it for a moment, then pulled something out and tossed it to me. For my life, I couldn’t figure out what it was. It reminded me of a douche, though I had never seen one like it before.
“It’s for your ass,” he answered my unasked question.
I raised an eyebrow, looking at the contraption. “Excuse me?”
“It’s an anal douche. Basically, you fill it, then rinse yourself out. Keep doing it until the water runs clear.”
I stared at him. “I’m not sticking that up my ass!”
“Oh, come on, Sweet Pea. You gonna deny me a piece of that sweet virgin ass?” Running his hand along my face, he smiled. “I’ll make you feel real good. I just want to feel that tight little ass of yours. And if you let me have my way, I’ll buy you whatever you want to eat tonight.”
I wanted to argue, but that offer made me pause. What I wouldn’t give for a nice, hot, steak dinner. Not to mention, my goal was to keep these guys happy. If I turned him down, what would he do? Take it anyway? If I complied, he would probably take it easy on me. Without my cooperation, I may not be able to sit for a week.
Groaning, I got to my feet, douche in hand, and went to the bathroom. It took several tries before the water ran clear, and I wanted to yak the entire time. I couldn’t believe what I was doing; it was so humiliating. “Just keep them happy, and you’ll stay alive,” I whispered.
Walking out of the bathroom, arms crossed, I stared at Keith. “Why do you still have clothes on?” Shaking my head slightly, I shimmied out of the sweatpants and shirt. Crooking his finger, he gestured for me to get closer until I was standing directly in front of that strange contraption with the pads. “Turn around,” he ordered.
I stayed in position for a long while as he searched for something. Eventually, he crouched down and lifted my leg, slipping something under my foot and doing the same with the other. Slowly, he pulled an item up my body. I peeked down, noticing deep purple straps. The contraption sat on my waist like one of those stocking belts that kept pantihose in place, except there was rubber attached to the front. He grabbed my left foot and secured it. When he let go, I tugged, but it would barely budge. I looked down and snapped at him, “I thought we were done with chains!” The guys hadn’t tethered me since they had moved me into the gift shop.
“I love chains,” he whispered as he grabbed my other leg, yanking it to the point I nearly toppled over. My legs were locked in, spread so far apart I was damn near doing the splits. He lowered me down till I was lying on the padded wooden contraption. “Give me your hands.”
Swallowing, I did as commanded, and he bound both of them behind my back. I figured that would be it, but he pulled out yet another strap, pinning my body to the board. I was unable to move in any way.
Crouching down, Keith ran his hands along my outer thighs before fidgeting with the little rubber piece on the belt. It rested against my clit and began to vibrate. I gasped, making him chuckle.
“That should help keep your mind off what I’m about to do.”
I tried to turn to him, but I was bound too tightly. There was something cold and wet on my puckered star, and his finger began to caress it. More goo was caked on, and eventually, I felt pressure. Instinctively I clenched.
“Relax,” he instructed. “Fighting just makes it hurt.”
That was easy for him to say; he wasn’t the one who had something enter an exit. Still, I took a deep breath, holding it as he penetrated me. It didn’t feel natural, and the sensation didn’t go away. When he stepped back, he smacked my ass cheek. “What the hell?”
He grinned. “I may be a killer, but I’m not a monster. I bought you a teeny, tiny little butt plug. It’ll keep you stretched until I’m ready to fuck you.” Smacking my ass once more, he turned on his heel, locking the door behind him.